mellow-sadistic:“Bad girl!” Allison’s Daddy scolded, dragging her to the corner of
mellow-sadistic:“Bad girl!” Allison’s Daddy scolded, dragging her to the corner of the kitchen and yanking down her pyjama bottoms to expose her soggy nappy (the potty was off-limits for pee-pee). “Very bad baby! Daddy told you to finish all your chores before bedtime, little lady. You can stand in the corner for a while and think about what a naughty little girl you’ve been.”“B-but Daddy…” she whimpered. She was afraid of more punishment, but there was a growing pressure in her bottom and she was desperate not to have to use her nappy for that. “I have to go p-p-po-”“That’s enough whining, little one,” he said warningly. “You keep those lips shut unless you want to go to sleep with a red bottom tonight. And no turning around either.”Allison whimpered again, but stopped talking. She didn’t know how long she stood there in time-out. She could hear Daddy behind her, washing up the dishes that she was meant to have cleaned. Eventually he left the room, but she didn’t dare turn around. Just the thought of being pulled over his knee and spanked until she was wailing and shrieking was enough to terrify her into submission. She felt her bladder let go in fear, wetting the already soggy nappy between her legs with a fresh stream of pee-pee. It had been so long since she’d been allowed to pee in the toilet that she could barely control herself anymore.But a slightly wetter nappy wasn’t what was worrying her. The feeling of fullness in her bottom was becoming more and more uncomfortable, and the idea of going in her nappy was out of the question! She had to use her nappy for wee-wees, but Daddy always let her do the other thing on the potty. She started fidgeting on the spot, clenching her bottom as tight as it would go. Surely she’d been in time-out long enough? Daddy would come back and let her use the toilet any moment now! If she could only hold on for just a little bit longer…Allison let out a loud, involuntary fart, and her face went bright red. This couldn’t be happening! There was no way she was going to poop her pants like some overgrown two-year-old! As embarrassing as it was having to piss herself all the time, the idea of making a dirty diaper was a hundred times worse. She’d never be able to think of herself as an adult again! For a moment she considered running to the toilet, even if it meant having a sore bottom for a whole week. But then it was too late.Allison sobbed as her body gave in. Her knees bent slightly and her face scrunched up with the effort of messing her nappy, no different from some stupid, pants-filling baby. “No!” she whined, flapping her hands ridiculously while she helplessly pushed the disgusting mess into her pants. “No! No! No!”Then she heard footsteps coming up behind her, and her heart dropped into her stomach. She didn’t want to be seen like this!“Uh-oh…” came Daddy’s voice. “I think I smell something yucky! Has someone made Daddy a stinky pressie in her pants?”When his hand reached out to cup the seat of her soggy, stinky, horrible nappy, Allison burst into tears.“Dadddyyy!” she cried, turning around to look up at him desperately. She wanted to ask for a nappy change, calmly, politely, to preserve whatever dignity she had left, but somehow she just couldn’t find the words. “I did a poopy in my pants! WAAAAAAAAAAH!” -- source link